OLai - Байкал
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Я с детства мечтал о Байкале,
И вот — я увидел Байкал
Мы плыли, и гребни мелькали,
И кедры смотрели со скал
Я множество разных историй
И песен тогда вспоминал
Про это озёрное море,
Про этот священный Байкал
От пристани к пристани плыли
Был вечер Был холод Был май
Был поезд, — и мы укатили
В том поезде в синий Китай
Как часто душа иссякала
В желанье вернуться опять
Я так и не знаю Байкала
Увидеть — не значит узнать
Я с детства мечтал о Байкале,
И вот — я увидел Байкал
Мы плыли, и гребни мелькали,
И кедры смотрели со скал
Я множество разных историй
И песен тогда вспоминал
Про это озёрное море,
Про этот священный Байкал
От пристани к пристани плыли
Был вечер Был холод Был май
Был поезд, — и мы укатили
В том поезде в синий Китай
Как часто душа иссякала
В желанье вернуться опять
Я так и не знаю Байкала
Увидеть — не значит узнать
From childhood, I dreamed of Baikal,
And now, I behold Baikal's sight
We rowed, and the oars flashed by,
The cedars gazed from rocky heights
I recalled countless tales and songs
Of this lake's sacred, mystic stories
The stories whispered secrets old
Of Baikal's depths, where legends unfold
From pier to pier we drifted by,
Evening fell, with chill in May's sigh
A train awaited, carrying me away
To the blue expanse of China's mystic sway
How often my soul yearned to return,
To relive the moments I had learned
But alas, I know Baikal not at all
To see is not to truly know its call
И вот — я увидел Байкал
Мы плыли, и гребни мелькали,
И кедры смотрели со скал
Я множество разных историй
И песен тогда вспоминал
Про это озёрное море,
Про этот священный Байкал
От пристани к пристани плыли
Был вечер Был холод Был май
Был поезд, — и мы укатили
В том поезде в синий Китай
Как часто душа иссякала
В желанье вернуться опять
Я так и не знаю Байкала
Увидеть — не значит узнать
Я с детства мечтал о Байкале,
И вот — я увидел Байкал
Мы плыли, и гребни мелькали,
И кедры смотрели со скал
Я множество разных историй
И песен тогда вспоминал
Про это озёрное море,
Про этот священный Байкал
От пристани к пристани плыли
Был вечер Был холод Был май
Был поезд, — и мы укатили
В том поезде в синий Китай
Как часто душа иссякала
В желанье вернуться опять
Я так и не знаю Байкала
Увидеть — не значит узнать
From childhood, I dreamed of Baikal,
And now, I behold Baikal's sight
We rowed, and the oars flashed by,
The cedars gazed from rocky heights
I recalled countless tales and songs
Of this lake's sacred, mystic stories
The stories whispered secrets old
Of Baikal's depths, where legends unfold
From pier to pier we drifted by,
Evening fell, with chill in May's sigh
A train awaited, carrying me away
To the blue expanse of China's mystic sway
How often my soul yearned to return,
To relive the moments I had learned
But alas, I know Baikal not at all
To see is not to truly know its call
Since childhood I dreamed of Baikal,
And so - I saw Baikal
We swam and the ridges flashed,
And the cedars looked from the rocks
I am many different stories
And then I remembered the songs
About this lake sea,
About this sacred Baikal
We sailed from pier to pier
It was evening It was cold It was May
There was a train, and we drove away
On that train to blue China
How often has the soul dried up
The desire to come back again
I still don’t know Baikal
Seeing does not mean knowing
Since childhood I dreamed of Baikal,
And so - I saw Baikal
We swam and the ridges flashed,
And the cedars looked from the rocks
I am many different stories
And then I remembered the songs
About this lake sea,
About this sacred Baikal
We sailed from pier to pier
It was evening It was cold It was May
There was a train, and we drove away
On that train to blue China
How often has the soul dried up
The desire to come back again
I still don’t know Baikal
Seeing does not mean knowing
From childhood, I dreamed of Baikal,
And now, I behold Baikal's sight
We rowed, and the oars flashed by,
The cedars gazed from rocky heights
I mentioned countless tales and songs
Of this lake's sacred, mystic stories
The stories whispered secrets old
Of Baikal's depths, where legends unfold
From pier to pier we drifted by,
Evening fell, with chill in May's sigh
A train awaited, carrying me away
To the blue expansion of China's mystic sway
How often my soul yearned to return,
To relive the moments I had learned
But alas, I know Baikal not at all
To see is not to truly know its call
And so - I saw Baikal
We swam and the ridges flashed,
And the cedars looked from the rocks
I am many different stories
And then I remembered the songs
About this lake sea,
About this sacred Baikal
We sailed from pier to pier
It was evening It was cold It was May
There was a train, and we drove away
On that train to blue China
How often has the soul dried up
The desire to come back again
I still don’t know Baikal
Seeing does not mean knowing
Since childhood I dreamed of Baikal,
And so - I saw Baikal
We swam and the ridges flashed,
And the cedars looked from the rocks
I am many different stories
And then I remembered the songs
About this lake sea,
About this sacred Baikal
We sailed from pier to pier
It was evening It was cold It was May
There was a train, and we drove away
On that train to blue China
How often has the soul dried up
The desire to come back again
I still don’t know Baikal
Seeing does not mean knowing
From childhood, I dreamed of Baikal,
And now, I behold Baikal's sight
We rowed, and the oars flashed by,
The cedars gazed from rocky heights
I mentioned countless tales and songs
Of this lake's sacred, mystic stories
The stories whispered secrets old
Of Baikal's depths, where legends unfold
From pier to pier we drifted by,
Evening fell, with chill in May's sigh
A train awaited, carrying me away
To the blue expansion of China's mystic sway
How often my soul yearned to return,
To relive the moments I had learned
But alas, I know Baikal not at all
To see is not to truly know its call
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